Sometimes, we think we are our bald head or our bad skin, which refuses to adhere to our will. Sometimes, we think we are our beautiful face or our perfect voice. None are true. All such perceptions are the offerings of so many feral bulls patrolling the Spanish countryside.
We are not our car or suburban mansions, nor are we our poverty, our mental illness, our perfect body, or our earthly cravings. Our consistent, individual choices may, over time, nudge these ephemeral vessels into something sublime, or into something beyond our imaginations, and thereby obtain for us wealth, power, fame, and favor. However, those same choices can just as easily destroy what was, or what had, the potential for greatness. Nevertheless, we are more a product of all that have come before and we are more a reality because of all who surround us to give our efforts, our talents, and our actions meaning and worth.
We are, in essence, nothing without others, nothing without the connections that span time and place. So how can we be, at times, so self-despising and so dismissive of our responsibility to others?
Loren M. Lambert © April 18, 2012
We are not our car or suburban mansions, nor are we our poverty, our mental illness, our perfect body, or our earthly cravings. Our consistent, individual choices may, over time, nudge these ephemeral vessels into something sublime, or into something beyond our imaginations, and thereby obtain for us wealth, power, fame, and favor. However, those same choices can just as easily destroy what was, or what had, the potential for greatness. Nevertheless, we are more a product of all that have come before and we are more a reality because of all who surround us to give our efforts, our talents, and our actions meaning and worth.
We are, in essence, nothing without others, nothing without the connections that span time and place. So how can we be, at times, so self-despising and so dismissive of our responsibility to others?
Loren M. Lambert © April 18, 2012
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